C18 Reamls of pleasure

Annie sank deeper into the caressing warmth of the steaming mineral water and watched rain patter into it with deepening melancholy. A stream cascaded to the left of her, and bare trees towered over her, their tops wreathed with fog. Billows of fallen leaves softened the bleakness of winter, their rich red and gold tones glowing in the pearly gray light of late afternoon